Calendars

Bookstores get most of their calendars for the following year in September. The problem is that no one buys a calendar in September. Everybody knows they go 50% off the day after Christmas. What, are you going to keep it in your closet for four months? Of course not, you're going to wait until they're cheap. The bookstores, on the other hand, are stuck sitting on massive stockpiles.

September 1997 rolled around and the 1998 calendars starting pouring in. We put out what we could but still had a good 20 boxes that were going to collect dust for months. So some poor chumps had to get them out of the way.

Our orders were simple, stack the boxes in the far corner of the backroom - on the high shelf that no one can reach. No one except the 6'4" dude I guess. I enlisted one of our high school employees to help. He was one of these types that wasn't too bright but was a good worker, never gave me a moment of grief. He climbed up to the top shelf and I hoisted boxes up to him, 30-50lb boxes of calendars. I'm in miserable shape but after the 3rd or 4th I just kinda went numb and didn't notice the weight.

The next morning I could barely move, like how you feel the day after getting rear-ended. Somehow I forced myself out of bed and to an 8:00 class. For the next 3-4 weeks my back was in tremendous pain, I'm not a doctor but knew it was a torn (or severely pulled) muscle. It'll still act up after a day of heavy lifting, I suppose I could sue except the company is out of business and it really was my own dumbass fault.